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Saturday, September 01, 2007
4:30 PM
The feeling mixture
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Hmmm it's the first of September tomorrow. It sure sounds familiar, it rings a bell in my head but it just does not stir anything up. *Scratch head* oh! it's day the where the students thanks their teacher even if they hated their teachers. Haha just kidding, teacher's day celebration was on today and I happen to wake my to school. Smelling the coffee at 7.30 am today wasn't the best morning sunlight. Seeing light at such hour, kinda gets me the mixed feelings of irritated and excited. Excitement was in for my dress to impress idea as I head back to school, but irritated to the idea of being late to dreamland but got kicked out of dreamland early. Yea just like the song, why do they have to put the starz in my eyes that early! haha the song still gets me grooving. Come on everybody, put your next to each other and point your index finger on each hand, then you move your bum to the opposite side where you bob your hand up and down. I can teach you if you want to x). Touching back on my emphasised day, it was a the rekindled rapport with the teachers that got me smiling. Who wouldn't thank Mrs. Raj who was the best english teacher I've ever come across unless you were talking about the pretty canadian english teacher when I was in primary 6. Okok 2 good teachers for 2 different reasons =).
After the visitation and having sights on the ex-students, I said to myself, "My some formal students changed for the better, why some just got worst.". I know, who am I to judge but come on it was just something that float through my mind. Age 17 make or break people. Hopefully I'm categorised under 'make'. Yes, some girls got really pretty, like the freedom of choice of clothes played to their anthem, while some are having trouble starting their own anthem. Haha better stop saying before I find myself in the middle angry fashion victims just waiting to pound on me.
Ahhh, the great outdoors. Well tomorrow is the soccer tournament, and once again, butterflies flew down my throat and to my stomach. I'm excited yet nervous at the same moment, and I'm telling you the feeling is getting to me. Hopefully, sleep won't be a trouble. Man as I type, time whist by me and I have to sleep. Once again, dad is asking me to put the moon into my eyes now. Alright matey I'm off to bed and one more thing. I love you all teacher, for the finale, Happy Teacher's Day. goodnight world...

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